All they say is what they see,
because behind closed doors they never listen.
On rarity they do,
they only hear their self-remarks.
Honesty is virtue,
only if it doesn't burn.
But when they do find it soothing to say,
it only tears like metal to bare skin.
It's not that they are blind,
nor be it that they don't mind.
It's the lack of effort.
It pins to us like a bug to a wall.
It clumps into a fire below,
and becomes something close to hell.
You can't hate them,
for what you have become says hate isn't inside you.
There is no room for hate in you,
when there is no room for love in them.
We try real hard to get where we are,
and I think we've gotten pretty far.
Only a few more miles,
in the endless abyss,
before we get soaked in sweet,
tender,
darkness.
Times are getting harder,
and swelling up with air.
People continue to pretend they are prying,
simply to get under your skin.
They can't seem to truly care enough,
to end our war of heart and mind.
So we can hide in this dark,
cold room.
Don't worry,
no one will open the door.
They can't even hear us scream, "Please wake me."
They think we're screaming for more.

Everyone lets me down and no one dares to catch me.
I fall to the ground with answers, but no one cares to ask me.
If I told them what I knew, they'd quickly lose their interest.
If I were too, baby blue, they'd further our distance.
And so I fear, for what I cannot change.
And so I stare at the dirt as if it were strange.
I do not cry, nor tear.
For I can not miss what was never here.
I do not sit alone.
For my shadow is a best friend of my own.

Can the sun be any brighter?
I may be engulf into the sky's bright ray.
My heart is so full I cannot have any more,
and so I shall love no more than what I do.
This is the ocean I hid inside.
This is the rabbit hole,
that sparks my every curiosities.
Can I fly any further?
I may implode without warning
My goosebumps may come right out of me,
and my heart, climb out my mouth.
This is the river to the hidden third path diverged
This is the forest I always get lost in,
that secretly points me to the answers.
Can I love?

Under the water.
At the bottom of the shore, it lies.
It faces the ocean roof, and peeks out to the sun, that peeks out to it.
It breathes and stares on into the glass top.
Everything is slow.
Everything is cold.
This is where it always was.
This is where it always is.
The water overflowed the hole hidden in the stomach.
There is peace for once.
It could cry of joy, but no one would know.
That is why it ran.
That is why it left.
To take a breathe into the unknown.
To be where others disapproved.
It's the disapproval that drives the car.
And the car falls.
And the car drags a figure to the ocean bed.
And the figure lies on the bed.
And instead of sleeping it stares at the ceiling, as it always has.

Laying under this old forgotten sky.
So forgotten its blank.
No one looks up there anymore.
As if they didn't care for the beauty.
They say stop and smell the roses.
Taste with closed eyes, they say.
Feel the chill run upon your spine.
They say it all, and forget so much.
But how can you forget the sky.
It once wore a baby's blue.
And the cotton ***** were  afloat.
Now this white cap has become a normal thing.
And do they care?
Do they?
Not in the slightest.
Child, you ask me how I know?
Why don't you ask the big white dome

Dear Anon,
Today I die.
Dear Anon,
do you wonder why?
Dear Anon,
oh how you make me blue.
Dear Anon,
never caring to ask, "where are you."
I can't possibly matter to my dear dear dear.
Well Anon,
  I am here.
Well Anon,
have no fear.
Well Anon,
  are you well?
Well Anon,
  I guess I fell.
Down that old well well well.
Love Anon,
be there to open curtains.
Love Anon,
make me laugh.
Love Anon,
  don't abandon me.
Love Anon,
I was in a crash